Morning journal and courier., 1887-08-03
.THE MODERN ArHRN1AN..
A Reception at NIT. and Mrs. Lothrop'l Charming Country Home WaHaide.

Reception at MAFs and Mrs. LOthrOp's
 Charming Country Home. wayside.
 The following from the Boston Advertiser
 of recent date has an interest here for many
 friends of Mrs. Lothrop, who is 8 daughter
 of the late Sidney M. Stone of this city, and
 resided here until her marriage a few years
 since:
 How anything could possibly have been more delightful in it's way than the pretty reception in the open air given by Mr. and Mrs. Lothrop at their charming country home, the Wayside, to the philosophers of the Concord school and few especially in- vited guests it would be hard to say. Here | were two persons genial and accomplished, | the husband one of the most successful of Boston publishers, the wife famous at least ! in the world of children for her admirable stories and sketches under her pen name Margaret Sidney" throwing open their en- tire home and grounds, giving the "freedom of the place." as it were, to their guests. And what was the house? The Wayside, every room of which is filled with associations of the rarest kind; the home in past years ot Alcott and of Hawthorne.
 One could scarcely believe, as he gazed women, old and young, talking familiarly to- gether, and laughing and chatting together as they walked back and forth oyer that beautiful lawn, backed by black depths ot woods, fronted by the long, low Concord meadows, and the elm-shaded street, that this was actually, for the most part, the Con cord school on picnic. They were evident ly people who thought life, after all, was worth the living, and were inclined to be happy in the days that were left to them. The young ladies in their bright summer dresses were as attractive and fascinating as young ladies are bound to be; even the phi losopher joked and laughed nonchalantly and toll of fpiTy io1 iTrvc fnrs ho md oftenest, I..verily believe, their talk was with these same young ladies in the bright dresses. Who was theres We'll, I cannot attempt to tell you all. But gaze with me for two minutes and then come away if you cannot stay longer. The tall man you see near the tree, with the book under his arm, and the close-cut gray beard, with half shut eyes that seem to be dreaming of the infinite, is Pro- lessor Harris, the editor of the Journal of
 Speculative Philosophy, perhaps the fore most metaphysician in America. But talk with him for five minutes and you will find commonest things. You will admire
 his practicality and general good sense as much as his subtlety and meta
 physical acumen. He is talking with tall lady in black with hair brushed smooth over broad forehead, which shades the kindest eyes in the world. You would be drawn to her in @ moment. It is Miss Char AOIIe U 1Sho OaGoS. 11dGoE III Guo Ody you
 hear her read or recite two or three of her
 own poems, and she reads admirably. Her voice is rich, deep and sympathetic. The heavy thick-set gentleman talking with the tall MT. Sanborn and Mrs. Julia Ward Howe,
 who sits beside them listening intently with
 that earnest, expectant expression to his
 words, is Professor Davidson, literary critic
 and metaphysician. But, all honor to his
 great powers, he does nothing better
 than his recitation of Scottish
 poetry, something of Burns or Lady Marine.
 Lady Marine, by the way, he is enthusiastic
 over, and thinks she has reached heights that
 even Burns has failed to attain unto. The
 lady in blue with the quick, assured manner
 of talking is Mrs. Helen Campbell. The fine
 looking gentleman with her is MT. Molloy,
 who has just come from Interpreting Brown
 ing in the little Hillside chapel. But what!
 Must you gos Many others wanted to show
 you. A Greek scenes Yes. And look at the
 profile of Miss Emerson. How much like a
 Greek she looks to-dayI We'll, the whole
 scene has reminded me of days by the Cephi-
 sus that Plato tells us about and wanderings
 in the gardens of the academy.